Class Project Demonstration 6 min read

I remember, some years ago when I was at the age of 13, my first trampling experience. I had, as far as I could remember, been having thoughts and dreams about it my whole life, and until the events in this story I could never quite work out why.

My first trampling experience came about as the result of a project for my physics class. I’m sure you’ve all seen or heard the famous comparison between an elephant and a woman in stiletto heels. It was my task over the Christmas holidays to prepare a presentation about pressure, and how weight is more or less irrelevant when working with such small areas.

Not being a scientific person myself, I found that I didn’t understand exactly why a woman in stiletto heels would do more damage to a floor than an elephant. Surely, the elephant would fall through the floor, or cause it to bend?

For the first week, I pored over the textbook issued to me by the school and occasionally asked my friends for help. Unfortunately, most of my friends preferred to procrastinate and put off their work until the last day rather than get it out of the way.

And so the last day of the holiday came, and, try as I might, I couldn’t complete, or even think of a way to start my presentation, which was due in the very next morning.

I had talked to my brother (who I lived with) and even phoned my parents, but nobody seemed willing to help me. Eventually i,t came down to my last resort – my brother’s girlfriend Chloe.

Chloe was my last resort for all things because of her attitude. I honestly couldn’t understand why my brother had even considered a relationship. Granted, she had a perfect figure and an extremely pretty face, standing at 5’4″ and weighing in at around 100lbs. There was also something about her legs, particularly her feet, that had always drawn my attention.

Having said that, forcing myself to give Chloe a rare compliment, she was, for want of a better term, a bitch. It seemed to me that her goal in life was to torment me. It wasn’t even the kind of fighting that happens between two siblings, it was just loathing and hatred.

I seized the opportunity when she was leaving her bedroom, having just finished getting dressed after a shower. I blocked access to the hallway and spoke to her.

“Chloe, could you please help me with my schoolwork? I don’t know anything about it and nobody else wants to help me.” I said to her, putting on the puppy-dog look.

She treated me to her very best vampiric smile. “You know I’m not going to help you Rob, but feel free to whine at me while I ignore you.” she sneered. For the first time, I actually realized that I was several inches taller than her, and thrust my assignment paper into her hands, in an attempt to intimidate her.

Needless to say, it didn’t work.

Chloe read through the paper and once again smiled that vampiric smile of hers. “So, you don’t understand why a woman in high heels would hurt?” she asked me. I foolishly mistook it for thoughtfulness and caring.

“It’s kind of hard to explain, but I could show you if you like?” said Chloe. I nodded, and she re-opened the door to her bedroom, motioning for me to follow her. I did so, doing my best to hold back a victory pose.

I was distracted from my thoughts by the sound of a key turning.

Click.

The door was locked, and Chloe had discarded the key into one of the piles of clothes that littered her bedroom floor. “What did you do that for?” I asked her. I received no reply.

Chloe had opened a cupboard and was sifting through the mass of red, white and black at the bottom. It was too dark for me to make out exactly what she was looking at, but I was soon to find out.

From the cupboard, she pulled a pair of black stiletto heels. The heel was 4″ high and couldn’t have been any wider than half an inch at the most. I watched curiously as she slipped them onto her feet and got comfortable.

“You want to see why they hurt? I’ll show you why they hurt. Lie down!” she commanded. Suddenly I knew exactly what she had meant when she said that she would show me.

I looked desperately around the room for any way to escape, but the door was locked and the only window was too high up on the wall for it to be of any use for me.

Chloe approached me, and told me again to lie down. I refused, and she placed the heel of her shoe on my right foot. I bit my lip and fought to hold in a scream as she slowly began to press down, eventually pushing at least half of her weight into my foot.

Luckily, she lifted her foot off and backed away with another command for me to lie down. Not wishing to be put through that pain again, I obeyed and sat down. After a couple of seconds spent breathing heavily, I allowed myself to fall over onto my back. I was now staring up at the ceiling.

Chloe stood over me, smiling her vampire smile. I would have asked her not to go through with this but there was some part of me that was convinced that I wouldn’t find it to be a bad experience, that I might even find it a good one!

She placed one foot gently on my stomach but did not press down, only smiled at me. After a few seconds, I felt intense pain as all her weight began to crush my stomach. I could feel the heel stabbing at me like a knife. The pain was lessened somewhat when her other foot landed next to the one that was on me.

At this point Chloe was standing fully on my stomach, facing down my body towards my feet, which were twitching from the pain in my stomach. Chloe did not move or even speak. I could do neither. Her weight was too much for me to move, and the only audible sound that was likely to pass my lips would be a scream of agony.

This continued for several minutes. Eventually, Chloe stepped back onto the floor, removed her shoes and threw them into the cupboard again. “Now do you understand why they do more damage than an elephant, idiot?” she snapped.

I was breathing heavily. My stomach was so tender that I could not touch it, only examine the deep red marks where Chloe’s heels had been. Chloe walked back over to me and looked at the marks before picking up the key and leaving the room, taking care to step on my stomach as she did so.

I lay in that position for half an hour before I finally found the energy to get up, go to my bed and crawl into it. As I closed my eyes, one thought filled my mind.

And that thought was that I enjoyed it.